It don't really matter to me,
baby you believe
what you want to believe.
Because it really doesn't matter. This is just an endless circle of disapproval and victimization. We're all humans, do you realize? All perfectly capable of mistakes, all perfectly succeptable to ill-fate. Maybe you truly don't see it or maybe you just shove it away. There's a great allure in demeaning others to draw the spotlight away from you. This is merely an assumption, not an assertion. To each his own I cannot claim to know anything. No one can. No one, and God forbid, that means you too.
i don't know what it is but i cant stand you anymore. maybe because I've been with you for 6 weeks straight. then i got two weeks of freedom, glorious freedom, and it's hard to come back to living in this house, with you, with whom i now associate all the wonderful memories of arguments that you could never bare to lose, the days spent waiting at each corner for you as you lagged behind inconsiderately taking pictures.
my friend told me last night, in alcohol fuelled praise, that you were real. that she had incredible respect for you. and i just couldn't agree. you're real only in the sense that you let us know exactly what is on your mind without bothering if it upsets us. but you don't take the time to listen to me, to consider my opinions, because everything anyone else thinks is completely illogical and a waste of time. you can't grasp that you're views aren't one size fits all. they don't work for everyone; especially not me. You can't...
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